In a time when religious belief is often used as a rallying cry, Japan makes a refreshing change with its decidedly carefree approach to faith, happily allowing for Buddhist funerals, Christian weddings and Shinto ‘christenings’ — the various doctrines of which, for many at least, are taken, quite literally in regards the latter, with a very large pinch of salt indeed.

And yet that said, many temples and shrines enjoy a surprisingly steady stream of visitors. From all walks of life. And of all ages. But whether it is down to something spiritual, more superstition-based, or merely a habit handed down from generation to generation, I simply don’t know.

But whichever it is. And whatever it is people wish for. Or want. Watching and wondering from afar is always fascinating.

When it’s as hot and humid as it was today, and one has heartily ploughed through the heftiest of hefty midday meal deals, a post-lunch lie down, practically anywhere that’s even remotely passable, is plainly a priority.

With its bustling crowds and busy crossing, Shibuya may well be the home of fashion and far from furtive fun, but, for those who don’t actually have a home, such characteristics, even when supplemented by the sun, count for nothing in the way of comfort.